Unmated alphas are required by law to be on suppressants while out in public to curb their perceived tendency toward violence and over aggressive behavior. Something goes wrong before an important game and an alpha either misses or is unable to take a suppressant dose. An omega on their team (NHL, AHL, Olympic team, whatever) volunteers to enter a mating bond with them, so the alpha will be allowed to play. Mating bonds are for life, and after the game is played the two still now have to work out a relationship with each other.

Jamie hasn't spoken up for himself as much as he should, especially with the people who matter most. He and Tyler have been getting it on with a little silicon help for a while now and Jamie isn't as comfortable with it as he's let on.

A name-on-wrist soulmate AU where being outed by a same-sex name is still newsworthy if you're in professional sports and is a very real concern for some NHL players. Despite the shifting attitudes, no one in the sport has ever come out publicly.

Tyler has always felt relieved that 'Jamie' could be a male or female name, it makes hiding his sexuality a lot easier. Jamie's not been so lucky.

Seguin held his tongue and it wasn’t easy. The space between what he was thinking and the words that came out of his mouth was short at best. That’s why it was so hard not to respond to every chirp by Chubbs with, “You jerked off to a picture of Patrick Kane.”

It all came to Jamie at once – the realization that he was looking at a very personal picture of Patrick Kane, freshly fucked and wearing Jonathan Toews’ Olympic Gold Medal. Indigently wearing Johnny’s medal – he might add.

"Okay," he says, "You know how when you're on a breakaway, and you've got a couple D-men on you? Like, right behind you. You can't see them, but you can feel them right there coming for you?" Jamie nods. "The only thing to do is to be faster than them." Tyler says. "You can't turn and look, you can't slow down. You've just . . . you've just got to skate harder. It's like that."

“We had set a bunch of conditions with him if he were to live on his own,” Chiarelli said of Seguin. “That’s what I mean about being on top of it. He had to submit really his week in advance. And he was actually really good about it. One thing with Tyler was that he tried.”

Jamie stumbles across some quotes from the Bruins about Tyler and gets angry. Really, really fucking angry.

The nurse gestures to a blob on the screen. “That, right there, is the fetus. You’ll come back in a couple of weeks, and we’ll see more development. Soon, you’ll get to see arms, legs, feet, a head--the whole shebang.”

Tyler looks at the blob, little bigger than the size of a peanut. That’s what’s costing him his career, his body, and his relationship with Jamie.

Or, in which Tyler Seguin gets pregnant, gets some perspective, and ultimately, gets his man.